We Versus The Shark. Sound like hitting a girl in the stomach. Apparently.
Just the other day a mate of mine came to me with an old copy of Hot Press - Vol. 32 Issue 6, Nick Cave cover - that he had picked up in Róisíns for free. Ahem. He told me to flick to the 42nd page of the publication. There was a sidebar concerned with burgeoning bands at indie spectacular SXSW. I read the following gibberish in said sidebar:
We Versus The Shark.
The pitch: an Athens, Georgia combo who sound like The White Stripes being punched in the stomach by Metallica.
What does that even mean? Not only does it give you no clue as to the musical inclination of the band - except maybe a tendency to be loud - but it also condones violence against women... Run Meg White! Run for the hills! There are incongruous and lazy metaphors on the rampage!
Not cool. However, I nevertheless understand that it can be hard for journalists to keep making with the pithy and the ironic on a fortnightly basis. I really do. And so I have decided to be kind to those of you in such a predicament. Feel free to borrow any of the following witticisms, each one more illuminating than the last:
The New(ish) Journalist's Glossary Of The Incongruous and Lazy. For Music Journalists.
1. Sounds like BAND NAME never calling BAND NAME back.
2. BAND NAME sound tighter than putting on your girlfriend's skinnies. Backwards. On Hill 16.
3. BAND NAME, as angry as a drunk Tony Soprano in an episode of Sex And The City.
4. Sounds like BAND NAME getting a reach around from a mustachioed George Formby.
5. Imagine BAND NAME alone on a broken down ghost train in Mullingar.
6. A soundscape as bleak as Bosco on smack. Smack supplied by BAND NAME.
7. BAND NAME, BAND NAME, and BAND NAME all walk into a bar. It's not funny.
8. If Disney made a porno, this would be the soundtrack.
So there you go folks. Pilfer as you please. Indeed, if anybody is still stuck then feel free to email me for pointers. Consider me the Robert Towne of Irish music journalism.
This glossary is also suitable for aspiring indie kids. One of these bombs would garner much chin stroking and smugness dropped barside in Whelans. You might want to learn them off though. A printout would cause an unsightly bulge in those Topman skinnies.